Tag Archives: Babies

Empty

I lay there, heaving and sweating, in a large canopied bed. At first, I couldn’t make any sense out of it, where I was, what I was exactly doing. My mind was muddled, as if I was streaming in and out of consciousness. I can hear women speaking in hushed tones, of water being poured [...]

Urge

Been feeling a lot like this lately. I want to treat it as a joke, but deep down, I really, really want to. I admitted this to my sorority sister and she fucking laughed at me. “TBG, is that chuuuu? And then what, you wanna have babies too? HAAHHAHAHA!!!” Must be the birthday blues. I’m [...]

The Immaculate

Hail, hail, the immaculate bitch. The unthinkable happened. I am pregnant. I always thought my reproductive system was so fucked up due to abuse (tsk, tsk) that getting pregnant was way beyond me, if not highly impossible. But I found myself laying on the examination bed, with my OB-Gyn hovering above me, applying gel to [...]